We barely touch, we hardly say "Goodnight".
And how could she have known? She's only five.
I tucked her in, warm and safe.
'Bout to close her door and walk away,
Then my heart stopped when I heard her pray:
"I promise, honest, I'll be good.
"Just one wish, God, if you would:
"Bring back their happy faces;
"Just make them kiss and make up;
"Please keep Mom and Dad in love."
Instrumental break.
Her little prayer sure opened up my eyes.
Our baby angel made me realise.
Those whispered words she prayed for us;
They were filled with innocence and love.
How could we think of ever giving up?
"I promise, honest, I'll be good.
"Just one wish, God, if you would:
"Bring back their happy faces;
"Just make them kiss and make up;
"Please keep Mom and Dad in love."